Tonya above

SMUT Warning in this chapter

Tonya POV

The Alpha looks at me with a smirk, with a fucking smirk I won't forget till the end of my life, I'm sure of that. There are twenty warriors between me and him, and he holds uncle Hank in a harsh grip.

"Take the needle, or I break his neck," he says, strengthening his hold on my uncle's neck.

I pant hard, I could launch at him, but I can't break through twenty warriors quickly. No matter what I will do, I can't make it in time to save Hank. My father's Beta looks at me, and I see the will to fight in his eyes but also realization. Realization and acceptance that there is no way we will both survive this. And yet I want to try; I won't put myself first; I won't forsake him to save myself.

I take the needle and put whatever they have prepared in my system. The fucking Alpha smirks wider; he is sure that he has won. I feel dizzy as Silver howls in pain in my mind, fuck it's silver; I've just put the silver in my veins. I am immune to silver but, at the same time, vulnerable. Silver doesn't make me weak but at the same time...

My heart rate is over the roof, I take shallow breaths as black dots start jumping in my vision, my knees buckle, and I fell to the floor.

The Alpha's smile gets wider, and he growls, breaking uncle Hank's neck.

I scream as loud as I can as two warriors grab me. I make them bleed, but the following come. I want to run to uncle Hank, I want to hold him, I want to tell him that it's alright...

The tears go down my face as the fucking bastard steps over his dead body. Two of his warriors bend me over the table. I don't fight; I have trouble breathing. Silver stirs in my mind, and I feel her anger and something else that will soon be unleashed. I know that.

The Alpha yanks my dress up; I don't react, I'm completely numb, or at least that's what he thinks; that's what all of them believe.

"Don't worry; Curtis must have got your father killed by now. When I finish, you will be my marked mate, and I will be a new ruler of your pack," he whispers to my ear, and despite my numbness, I feel his hands groping me and pile raising in my mouth, and yet I also know that it's coming, just a moment, just a bit more...

"What the hell, her eyes are glowing silver," one of them whispers, and a low growl leaves my mouth.

They are scared, I see it, but that doesn't matter as Silver, and I let our rage, our pain, our sorrow, and our bloodlust take over as silver in our veins helps us embrace the beast hidden inside us.

They scream... they all scream, in vain... Their blood is red, and their flesh tasty...

I open my eyes, feeling my hair wet with sweat, yet I haven't screamed. I sit up; it's been some time since I had this dream, probably because it's been some time since Silver and I were so furious. I look to the side of the bed where both my mates are sleeping.

I gulp, trying to get rid of the sensation of blood and flesh in my mouth. I know that there is nothing there, but I still feel it on my tongue as I fight the urge, the urge to taste it again. I get up and go to the balcony, needing some fresh air. The night is warm. The atmosphere is heavy with the scent of grass and herbs and the calming sound of insects in the darkness.

I killed so many that day, and yet I don't regret it, but as I told Noah, I'm also not proud and...

"You can't sleep?" Charlie's soft voice comes from the balcony entrance.

"I had a bad dream," I say, turning around to face him. I contemplate his beautiful features and slim silhouette feeling my canines getting a bit longer.

"Come here," I say slowly, and he does it, also slowly. I may not like that he is always hesitant to come close to me, but I can't push him. We have time; we all must be sure we want this. But it hurts that still, his first instinct is to keep his distance from me.

I wrap one of my arms around him, holding his chin and guiding his lips to mine. Our kiss stops being gentle very quickly as my tongue probes his lips and gets permission to go inside and explore as much as I want. Charlie's hand squeezes my ass and makes me moan. I can smell his arousal, not like the last time he has come to me. This time I'm sure he wants this as much as I do.

"I want to taste you," he whispers when we stop kissing to catch a breath.

He kneels in front of me, puts his hand under my nightdress, and pulls my underwear down. I feel his lips on my labia and his tongue getting inside. I arch my neck leaning on the railing as he is eating me. The fact that we are in the open and someone may be watching makes me even more excited. Goddess, he wasn't joking when he said he knew what to do. I bit my lips not to let myself scream as he is doing his magic with my body. I gently put my hand on his head, and he seems to take it as encouragement because his efforts intensify, and I pant hard, feeling my legs trembling as my orgasm hits me hard. Silver is pleased; I'm pleased as hell.

He raises his head to look at me, a bit shy, but I'm sure happy. I caress his cheek with my palm, pushing my thumb delicately into his mouth, and he gently bites it, making me smile, and next stand up with the intention to leave, but I grab his hand, preventing it from happening. As always, fear flashes in his eyes first.

"Can I return the favor?" I whisper; he seems unsure but doesn't try to stop me as I press him into the wall and start palming him. I nibble on his ear as he squeezes my shoulders; the scent of his arousal intensifies as he tries not to lose his balance. His heart is hammering in his chest, and I move my hand faster. He cums without making any noise; his eyes are shut. I gently hug him letting him lean over me as he pants hard, trying to compose himself.

"I'm happy you are not scared of me, especially after today," I say.

"He said I was some stray who should've been thrown away; he said he wanted to watch what they would've done with me in the cell. And you protected me; why should I be scared."

Goddess, I really desire Russell's blood on my hands. I think James will have to deal with him because I'm sure I will sink my claws into him when I see him again.

"Charlie, I know that something happened to you. Something you don't want to talk about or are scared to talk about. But I'm your mate; I don't care how dark your past is; it will never change how I see you; please remember it always."

He smiles at me; for the first time since he came here, he smiles brightly at me and holds my hand as he slowly leads me back to bed. Noah doesn't move, still in dreamland as we clean ourselves and lie next to him. This time with me in the middle, Charlie put his head on my chest, and soon after, Noah rolls over in his sleep and cages me in his arms.

They are mine; I don't care what they have done or what they have run away from. They must believe they can trust me and everything will be good; I hope for it.

We eat breakfast together in the morning, Noah goes train, and I take Charlie for a run in the woods on Silver. Since the pack knows who they are, we no longer have to hide. I bring him back and leave him in the kitchen, asking Celia to feed him. According to Carson, Charlie is too thin, and it's not good, especially now.

Then I go to the gym in the packhouse where Kathy and Rosie should be; I need my sister since we are to talk with Chandler and Terry in an hour. My Beta made it clear that she would train Rosie every day very early in the morning, and my sister didn't protest.

I stand quietly by the door to the gym, watching them from a distance; not even one word is passed between them.

Rosie is focused, and Kathy is rough with her. I understand all the bruises my sister has gained recently. Should I interfere? I'm not so sure; I honestly believe that they should make it work between themselves alone without any interference. I know Kathy; she isn't vengeful; she has never been, but seeing her so tense worries me. Her eyes shift from time to time as she manhandles my sister, not wasting a chance to point out her mistakes.

Rosie seems determined not to break, although she pants hard and seems very tired, but something else also catches my attention.

Rosie is trying; she is trying hard, and it isn't that bad. Of course, you may notice that it's been some time since she trained regularly, but Kathy? She is doing almost the same as I did with Noah the first time I sparred with him. I wanted to check on him and teach him something, but at the same time, I didn't waste any occasion to feel him up, and Kathy is doing the same. Her face is too close to Rosie; her hands touch anything they can touch. And I see her sniffing my sister like crazy; my friend is tense, but why would she be?

That is when Kathy manages to pin Rosie to the floor; my sister tries to swing at her, and Kathy allows it but grabs her hand and turns her around. Rosie is lying on her stomach as my Beta cages her hand behind her back, at the same time yanking my sister's hips up.

Rosie is trying to wriggle away from under her, I see a slight panic on her face along with frustrations, but Kathy holds her in a tight grip, bends over her, and says:

"You better start taking it seriously, or you will never be able to look after yourself, omega."

She puts more pressure on Rosie's arm, and her teeth nudge my sister's earlobe and... I move,  feeling danger and need of protection. Kathy growls at me as I yank her quite brutally away and press her into the nearest walls, her canines are out, and her eyes are shifting between her normal ones and her wolf's

"Rosie, go into my study now," I say sternly.

Kathy claws my hand, seeing my sister leaving, but I don't let her move.

"Pull yourself together, Kathy, or I may break some of your bones."

She isn't happy, yet she starts stabilizing her breath, taking her wolf under control, and soon I can let go of her neck.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I ask

"I don't know!" Kathy yells, punching the wall, "I don't know, but her scent, her being so close, is agitating Brianna so much, I don't understand!"

"Since when?"

"Since she came back, I asked to train her because I think that it will help me understand Brianna; she has been difficult lately. Very difficult. She hasn't been that emotional since I rejected Curtis; she wants Rosie close."

"Rosie is special; her wolf's scent is affecting Silver too, and maybe the same is with yours," I say, hoping I'm right. Some wolves have tendencies to be overprotective about omega packmates, and Rosie is newly shifted, so technically, our wolves may see her as a newborn, which means their protective instincts may go wild.

Kathy sits on the floor, pressing her back to the wall, and I sit beside her.

"Sonya is talking about Rosie all the time, Hank less, but he likes her too. And they both want me to like her also," Kathy says sadly.

"Are you still very angry because of what happened with Curtis? Despite the rejection, you wolf may still be jealous and..."

"Brianna and I have never been jealous," Kathy interrupts me. "At least not... never mind. I'm so fucking angry that she did this to me, to me! She was like a part of my own body, yet she screwed my mate and then just turned around and left without any fucking explanation."

I put my arm around my friend as her eyes are filled with tears of anger because our past keeps haunting us, and Kathy is pitiful in this; everybody failed her: her mate, my sister... even I that day when I let her father die.